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azurexxstrawberries · 7 months

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TBHK men getting nightmares about s/o

how i think tbhk men would react to having nightmares about their s/o!

established relationship, fluff(?), headcannons

My Masterlists

Hanako

(do ghosts even sleep in the first place? ...let's just pretend they do for a sec)

he had a dream, where you left him for being a murderer.

he desperately begged for you to come back, clutching onto your clothes, tears welled up in his eyes.

but you just turned away, and continued walking.

he woke up, a cracked cry leaving his throat.

he realized it was a dream pretty quickly, but it still felt so real in that moment.

feeling a faint resemblance of a heart beating hard in his chest, he went looking for you, making sure that what he saw in his nightmare wasn't real.

he finds you curled up underneath a bundle of blankets in your bed.

he puts his cold fingers on your face, making sure that it was actually you, right there, in that moment.

...

you woke up in the morning, feeling a heavy weight on your arm.

hanako had been clinging onto you for the past few hours, making sure you didn't escape from his grasp.

he had a small put on his face, and seeing that you woke up, he pulled you closer to him and pout his face in your chest, blushing slightly.

"Thank you for being with me."

Kou Minamoto

kou had a dream where you had died from a supernatural because he wasn't strong enough to protect you.

he watched you being torn, screaming, because of his incompetence.

he shot straight upright in his bed, and after recognizing the familiar surroundings, he lowered himself back into the comfort of his blankets.

bundled up, he tossed and turned in the sheets for a while, heart racing out of his chest.

poor guy had the whole scene replaying in his mind over and over again :(

after the heavy feeling in his chest got too much for him to bear, he got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to drink a glass of water to cool him down.

kou would probably have too much pride to show up at your door about a nightmare.

so he just sat down at his couch, scrolling through the tv trying to find something to help him wind down.

oh, but he would definitely stick to you aalllllllllllll day during school.

"You wouldn't die on me, right?"

Sousuke Mitsuba

his dream was about his death. everything, from the beginning to the end. the excruciating pain, to the heartbreak of seeing his mom kneeling over his hospital bed.

and then there was you.

his only ever friend.

and slowly, you forgot about him.

you went on about life, as if he had never existed.

and that hurt more than being run over 1000 times with a car.

he slowly blinked himself awake, bringing his trembling hands to his face to wipe the tears out of his eyes.

looking forward, he saw you under the delicate moonlight, sleeping soundly.

he caressed your cheek, feeling more tears well up in his eyes, thinking about the fact that you would stay with him, even with all his imperfections.

the fact that he could be himself around you.

the fact that you chose him over anyone else.

...

you slowly woke up to the sound of faint crying.

mitsuba, seeing that you had woken up, began crying even harder, embarrassed.

the rest of the night was spent with him in your arms as you stroked his hair gently, offering words of encouragement.

"I'd miss you if you died."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOU FOR READING!!! i hope you enjoyed it! im not really experienced, so feedback is appreciated! im not really experienced with writing for tumblr, so i hope this turned out ok! i learned most of my stuff from reading other posts lol id be forever grateful if you left a like!! id be really happy to know someone enjoyed my work :3

#hanako x reader #tbhk x reader #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #kou x reader #kou minamoto x reader #hanako kun x reader #mitsuba x reader #headcannons #tbhk headcannons #slight angst #yugi amane #yugi amane x reader #fluff #jshk

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idiswhadidis · 1 year

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-- spa night

bf jungwon x fem. reader

sypnosis: Jungwon agreed to have a spa night.

genre: fluff - warnings: a makeout session

a/n. i'm surprised by myself of how fast i wrote this, i think it took me about an hour a record when i tell ya. anyways i got to this idea when i, myself had a spa night lol, hope you enjoy (:

how could this escalate? you both just watched something on TV and now you‘re having out of nowhere a „spa night“.

boy knows he‘s a fool for you but he forgot that you got him wrapped around your finger that he actually agreed to this.

looking into the mirror trying not to laugh at himself smacking his arm,

„stop laughing would you, or the face mask will fall off“

„says the one who’s laughing in my face since 5 minutes straight“

him staring at his reflection seeing the unicorn headband not letting hair into his face and the face mask which represents a panda making you cackle again, trying to control yourself you take a deep breath

„…you look gorgeous, now lemme put these on your eyes“ you smile wiggling the two slices of cucumber in your hand, him grabbing both of your wrist to stop you

„you‘re not gonna put cucumbers on my eyes“

„yes i will“ you smile at him with the most innocent eyes his weak point

sighing in deafeat and letting go of your wrists having the green light to do whatever you wanna do to him

putting the two slices on his eyes wondering how they don‘t fall off?

„and is it relaxing?“

„oh yeah, never felt anything more relaxing in my life“

„good cause now your lips will be next“ completely ignoring his sarcasm.

„the hell? don‘t tell me lip masks exist?“

hearing ripping of a package his question just got answered..

„close your mouth so i can put it on“

but not before leaving a small peck on his lips letting him grave for more as he try’s to follow your lips

putting quickly the lip mask on, bursting into laughter making him groan

„Jungwon i‘m sorry but this is too funny you should see yourself“

taking your phone you take a photo, not so good is you have the sound on letting him now you took a photo <3

him grabbing the cucumbers of his eyes glaring at you while you smile sheepishly at him taking few steps backwards

looking at his own reflection real quick shaking his head trying to not to laugh as well pulling of the lip mask but still keeping the panda mask on?

„i think it‘s your time to do your so called „spa night“

shaking your head, janking the door handle down and dashing away

hearing fast footsteps behind you making you walk faster around the couch, him on the other side staring at you like a predator

„it‘s only fair to let me do it now“

shaking your head „i‘m fine thank you“

narrowing his eyes at you and climbing over the couch too fast that you can‘t run away on time

catching you in his arms and throwing you onto the couch, legs on each side of your body your arms held by him completly trapped

looking at him got you giggling again making him smile when he suddenly starts,

„you know, i‘m so in love with you i would let you do anything with me as you can see“

making you melt, looking into his love-strucked eyes

grabbing his neck bringing his face closer to yours whispering against his lips „i will always love you more“

crashing his lips on yours, hand on your waist going underneath your top gasping from his cold hand on your skin letting him stuck his tongue into your mouth.

catching your breaths after awhile, staring at him and taking the mask off reminding him why you‘re in this situation, him standing up letting him sit you up and throwing you over his shoulder,

„hey!“

„i‘m not gonna let this night go by until i got my revenge“ him patting your bum while walking into the bathroom to continue where you left off but now it was your turn to "suffer".

idiswhadisis on tumblr. do not plagiarise, repost, copy or translate any of my works.

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anasweetlywrites · 6 months

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“ The Project ” Part 2 Tony Stark x Female!Reader

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► ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ◄

Warnings :

Due to the fact that I've been keeping myself busy to stop overthinking the situation which btw still haven't changed so I'm still (or close to ) crying every time I'm thinking about I forgot to work on another part until I checked Tumblr

so far just a few people checked the first part which it's logical anyway considering I haven't been here in so long and I start posting again with an angst but I'll give my best to give this story a better ending no matter how the real life situation will get solved

I think I'll turn this in a mini series idk yet

Two p.o.vs

Angst…yes,again angst…

A little more fluff than in the first one

Surprise : Tony wants to build a helmet with the reader , little affection between them

Alcohol consumption (Tony and his whiskey lol)

Cussing

I think you can say this is a slow burn?

Feedback it's appreciated~

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Words without warnings : 1390

Tony p.o.v

“I let her leave upset like that…I'm sure just a simple text won't make her come back to the lab already but! At least she will know I actually consider her feelings despite the fact that I lashed out and acted like an asshole.” I mumbled out loud and started playing with the glass of whiskey in my hand , absently watching the ice cubes rolling in the alcohol.

It was already late but I didn't mind just taking some time off and starting thinking about…well… Everyone was busy requesting , she was only busy with observing.

More than that, it seemed that they sent a bunch of kids unsupervised in my building requesting money,drinks they wouldn't be able to afford with all their economies or details that they wouldn't comprehend and write down or even be able to spell on paper.

I sigh deeply and rub my forehead with my free hand while gazing at the sunset after I take another small sip from my glass.

She seemed particularly interested when I was working on the helmet. Maybe she'll want to build one with me tomorrow or fix the one I was working on. That will show her , I actually care about her presence here…

Why do I care about her presence? I can have literally anyone in the world in my lab! If I think about it…no. I only want her to finish this stupid project since she's more competent than the others. Yeah , because she's competent and that's it.

“Sir , do you want me to inform the-”

“No, she's fine. She'll come back…” I replied a little too quickly to the A.I. “I need another glass of whiskey before I get some sleep…”

Reader p.o.v

I couldn't bring myself to leave his text on seen. It wasn't something I would do so after around an hour of overthinking I managed to write a neutral response.

Y/N : It's fine. See you tomorrow, Mr. Stark.

Tony : See you tomorrow, Y/N Y/F/N.

I sighed deeply thinking that at least I can still finish this project. I fell asleep late but my alarm woke me up early enough…

“Fuck this feeling…” I cursed pretty loud realizing I still feel awful but I had to keep going, “Only for the sake of this project…now I talk like a parrot when I'm alone in this bedroom…” I facepalmed and started my morning routine.

Once , I entered the lab I made sure to put my phone on silent and I found my eyes fixed on Tony.He wasn't facing me but I knew the A.I already informed him I was coming and the lab's doors were loud enough.

The dark green shirt he was wearing, tight enough to simply show how perfect he could look even from behind. The short shelves were also an advantage as I could let my gaze slowly move from his shoulder blades to his arms and finally to his hands which were only holding a helmet.

“Good morning…” I whispered softly and turned on the camera in video mode.

As I allowed myself to admire his features including his deep brown doe-like eyes which were almost absently staring at the helmet and his hair was a little more stayed than usual, I found myself taking small steps towards him until I could capture the moment with my camera.

“Morning, y/n. Would you like to try working on the helmet with me?” Tony turned around in his chair with his usual grin but his eyes betrayed his tone and lips.

“Yeah,I would like that. Thank you…but how am I supposed to film the process too?” I chuckled softly and pointed to the camera I was still holding.

“Leave that to me.Besides the whole building it's filmed all the time and I have top security.”

“Right. Sorry!” I let out another small chuckle and turned off my camera.

“Have a seat!” Tony stood up quickly and let me sit on his chair then bent slightly on his knee in front of me holding the helmet “So what got you so interested in this metallic piece?”

I sat down a little awkwardly then unconsciously clench my thighs when he moved on his knees then closer. I opened my mouth to say something then closed it again.

“Come on…I won't be upset.” He tried to make the conversation keep going but at the same time he seemed more patient than usual. Or at least he was trying…

“It's stupid but I always wondered why you would pick it so simple when… forgive me for saying this… but you're always trying to show off!”

Tony froze for a few seconds then bursted into laughing “I wasn't expecting that! Alright, we can change the design for this one then.”

“We? You mean-”

“Duh!” Tony rolled his eyes and left his left hand on my knee then kept holding the helmet with his right hand as he got closer to me “This could be your helmet. So how do you want to change it?”

It was weird but I felt more comfortable than I expected. “How about…and I swear you'll laugh again…How about you add some stars? Like a little constellation on the side of the eyes and they can lit up like with some leds when it's night? And you can turn them off in case you have to hide? And and and how about here around the corner of the eyes to place some half moons and even sunshine but like in a minimalist way too to fit the thing you made first…and I'm thinking about something here , on the forehead too.” I started getting too excited and talked a lot faster forgetting the extra respectful things I used to do.

When I was done explaining, I found my free hand gently running through his hair and I quickly moved it away , “Sorry ! I didn't realize and-”

“It's fine,you can keep going. You have gentle hands…and creative ideas. We can work on that design but I want you to try to make it with the A.I or on paper first.” He said barely above a whisper and looked up at me, his eyes had a kind of soft plea and I gently held his chin as I replied “I've seen you enough times to try to work with the A.I but I know I need to use both hands.” I chuckled softly and gently let my thumb move on his jawline then moved my hand away.

“Whatever you like sweetheart, it's your helmet…” Tony said softly then his attitude suddenly changed when I moved my hand away as he stood up abruptly.

“Did I upset you again-” I gulped down and froze for a few seconds.

“Not really. I was thinking about…something… start working on the helmet. I'll be back.” Tony said in his usual tone , smirking then started getting lost in thoughts again as he left the lab.

“Stark,on the phone obviously…what the fuck?!”

I heard his annoyed voice as the lab doors were closing behind him while he answered his phone. I don't know who could annoy him but for sure this time at least it wasn't me…or was it? I'll just…

“A. I, can you please show me a standard plain helmet plan then show me a plain square to create the design we'll later see how we can fit on the standard helmet?”

“Sure.”

I started working on the little constellations and stars , the light yellow mixed with a shimmer purple in fine thin strokes would look so elegant and pretty…

Tony p.o.v

I could swear the world was more than 80% filled with idiots today but y/n wasn't included. I had to fix more shit for like two more hours and when I returned she was still drawing and adding details to the not so plain version of the helmet…

She wasn't facing me and I kept my gaze on her, thinking about how earlier one of the hands she was using to create,was in my hair then on my chin…

I shook my head quickly…I shouldn't think about that. Why would she really even be here for any other reason than this stupid project anyway?

#tony x reader #tony stark angst #tony stark fluff #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x you #tony x y/n #tony stark

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an-animagi · 5 months

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christmas time!! this is my gift for @honeyblockm for the @mcytblrholidayexchange!!

i wrote a fic (which i put below the cut, and the ao3 link is here) and i was really excited to write this!! originally i planned for it to be longer but my brain switched up on me partway through, so hopefully you still enjoy this!!

ive had a lot of fun writing this actually, considering ive read one wedding fic, have been to two weddings i dont remember and all of c!quackity's experiences when it comes to engagement and marriage, and i hope you are satisfied with what ive created :)

this has rolled in at 1040 words, just in case anyone is interested (i dont usually post fics on tumblr ehe i have no clue what im doing✨✨)

ALMOST FORGOT!!! its called 'me and my husbands (we're sticking together)' stolen inspired by 'me and my husband' by mitski (i have just made the lyric plural lol)

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Quackity almost expected to be left alone at the altar. Again.

Between the shit-storm that was his relationship with Schlatt, and then the failed wedding attempt a few months back, he hadn’t had many positive experiences of being stood at the concrete table, waiting for a time that no clock could reach.

Or, more correctly, he hadn’t had any, so sue him for setting his standards low. Maybe this time he wouldn’t have to hold back tears after the second hour. Maybe the tissues he wore as armour would protect the open wound in his back from the inevitable knife that kept getting rammed between his ribs.

But that wasn't the point. The point was, that when the heavy doors creaked open again, Quackity didn't nervously glance at them. He didn't restlessly readjust the veil covering the back of his head. His wings didn't shuffle awkwardly behind him.

(He was getting better at lying to himself.)

The door slammed shut with an echoing bang, startling the avian. Usually, anyone entering or leaving did so quietly, slipping in or out of the small hall awkwardly. Instead, when Quackity turned to face the door, his shoulders slumped and he released a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding.

As the seated guests began turning their heads in alarm at the sound, Sapnap started his confident march down the aisle, hitching the skirt of his dress up part way through with a huff. Feeling his cheek feathers begin to fluff up, Quackity used all of his willpower to force them to lie flat.

God his fiance was hot.

Quite literally, too, if the faint smoke coming off his fingertips was anything to go off of. With a quick lick of his lips, the avian admired the way that the white dress accented his fiance’s features, watching the demon hybrid walk between the rows of chairs towards him.

White fabric exaggerating his pecs, Sapnap ungracefully dropped the bunched skirt as he reached the altar. If they hadn't been surrounded by both of his fiances’ family members, Quackity wouldn't have hesitated for even a second. As it was, his hand twitched with the urge to squeeze. He thanked God for giving him enough self control to not start groping his fiance’s chest at their wedding altar.

Wings twitching, Quackity met Sapnap’s eyes as they traced his body, smirking at the familiarly hungry look in his fiance’s eyes. Striking his right hip to the side, the avian suppressed a shiver at the wispy fabric of his own dress brushing past his legs and instead wiggled his eyebrows at the black-haired man.

Making a show of flirting like this made it easier for Quackity to ignore the doubts still present in the back of his mind, ignore the whispers of Karl forgetting again, ignore the slight tremble to his hands that had persisted for days and made painting his nails a much more tiresome endeavour than it should have been.

There were two of them now. Quackity could not be alone anymore.

Then, the door creaked open once more and this time the avian let himself look towards it. Sapnap turned as well, both anticipating the final member of their trio to enter the hall and join them. And neither were disappointed.

With the door falling shut behind him, Karl sheepishly grinned at the pair already at the altar. The dress he wore was the only one which reached the panelled flooring, trailing slightly behind him as he walked down the aisle towards the stone table. In his hands sat a small bouquet of flowers, yellow tulips and daffodils wrapped in a white cloth and cushioned by his palms.

A classical song Quackity couldn’t remember the name of played in the background, his thoughts fully consumed by the sight of his fiance in a pristine wedding gown rather than the odd musical choices one of the men he was marrying had made.

If asked, each of them would answer that it had been Sapnap’s idea to wear the dresses. In truth, it had been Quackity who had jokingly offered to wear a dress to their wedding, a smile tugging at his lips as the brunette of the group turned to face him and determined that he would wear the dress, that he wouldn’t mind the white and his hair would clash against it less than the other’s black.

Then Sapnap had declared that they were all wearing dresses, and it had snowballed into looking at renting or purchasing prices and deciding that weddings were expensive. The odd looks upon entering stores which sold dresses and instead being directed towards suits would likely take a while to stop staining the avian’s mind, but in the end the throuple were going to get married.

It ended in their meeting at the altar. Then something new would begin.

Soon enough Karl reached his two fiances, standing between them both with a shining grin on his face. A soft look crossed Sapnap’s face, and Quackity smiled in response, his heart beating wildly as he took in the sight of both gorgeous men in their dresses. God he loved these two so much.

As they all stood, watching each other with smiles on their faces, waiting for the ceremony to start. His stomach fluttering, Quackity couldn’t help the tears that brimmed at the corners of his eyes at the thought that after that day, nothing would be the same.

Most people would call it a new adventure but Quackity hated that. He hated the uncertainty that threatened to taint every moment and the lack of warmth, a comfort that should fill his chest, at hearing the word and the idea of there being a risk. He could lose everything all over again.

But with the adoring look in both of his fiance's eyes, the avian knew that wouldn't happen. They wouldn't let it happen.

So this was it, the start of something new.

And maybe it sounded less exciting or romantic, but Quackity liked the security. He liked being sure that the fears running wild in his mind would never form in the real world. He would never be alone again.

Not for as long as he had Karl and Sapnap.

#fanfiction #dsmp #karlnapity #mcytblrgiftexchange2023 #gift exchange #im still pretty bad at tagging oops sorry about that

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ageless-aislynn · 5 months

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Back in the day, (around 2006 or so, I'd wager) I decided to try making a Bag End-inspired diorama display thing for my Lord of the Rings (and friends) figures out of plastic canvas and yarn. (No pattern, I was just winging it.) Here are some pics of how it turned out. 😉

The front with the famous round, green door. I also gave them some lattice-work windows and a couple of plant pots with greenery, just 'cause. 😉

Closer up on the door and one of the plants.

This is the wall that was beyond the window and plants, on the left side as looking in that orientation. I couldn't really do a hill without it looking weird so went with a tree motif on both sides.

The wall on the right of the door, this one with a "rope" swing, just for funsies!

Interior on the door.

Everybody needs a free standing closet to store your stuff in, right?

Yes, that's an Ian McKellen Magneto wearing Gandalf's hat and politely levitating his sword into the closet.😜

Behind the door standing open a bit is a coat closet.

I wanted a sort of marble inspired pattern. Plus, I really liked this variegated yarn so...

Everybody needs a table with a vase of roses on it! And yeah, that's a Nazgul wearing a tea ball strainer on his head. It was from a joke at the time. Also, we see our Hobbit guests putting their cloaks away in the closet.

Interior behind the big window. I thought of this as a combo kitchen/dining room area with a decorative rug.

Eomer CANNOT BELIEVE that we don't have his favorite brand of coffee! Storm thinks we should have a dance party. Boromir is heading over to lean on the fireplace mantel. 😉

Clearly Gandalf is HERE for a dance party! Oh and I do believe there might be a Boromir/Eowyn "leaning on the mantel" love connection going on back there? 👀👀👀😂

It's a little known fact that Darth Vader LOVES a nice tree swing! He even brought a droid friend, d'aww. That's my Xena poster on the wall in the background, btw. One of my most favorite Xena pics ever!

I also made Shadowfax, Gandalf's horse!

He can stand on his own. And yes, I made that fishbowl, including the Very Famous Fish Rear End on the side panel, lol! Nothing but UTTER ACCURACY around here, thank you very much. 😜

The chair was made from a kit. The cushion comes off and you can store things in the bottom box part. The mug of hot chocolate has marshmallows on top and also the rim raises up so you can store small things in it.

The flower vase was also from a kit. I famously got my hand stuck in it while doing the bottom stitch to finish attaching it to the base. I thought I might have to unstitch it a bit to get free but thankfully didn't have to. Absolutely no one who saw me with a plastic canvas vase stuck on my hand laughed. 😑🤣

(As well they should have. I laughed, too, once I got my hand out of there, lol!)

My mom loved lighthouses so I made her a day and night version. They're the same size but this was 2 separate pics edited together and the different angles made the night version look smaller.

Anyway, that's a few things I made back in the day. Nothing sophisticated but I just enjoyed playing around with it. The canvas got really hard to find for a while and then got very expensive once I located it again, so I stopped making things. 😢

Oh, almost forgot to add the pic that made me think to post these to begin with: Barbie with one of my ducks from my earthquake post.

I made a bunch of these little ducks for a project I never completed, then found them in a Ziploc bag the other day. Now there are little ducks all over the house, lol! 🦆💖

PS - I may have posted these pics before. I know I did on my Livejournal but couldn't find them on Tumblr. If this is the second time you're seeing them, though, apologies. Ais is old and the memory just ain't what she used to be. 😑😉

#lord of the rings #crafts #plastic canvas #plastic canvas crafts #bag end #ageless aislynn #ais used to be crafty

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gale-gentlepenguin · 2 years

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Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 8 Reunion

(Spoilers below)

-So Alya and Marinette are at the museum. Marinette drawing and Alya looking for guardian symbols

- I appreciate Alya being like “I’m tired of the romance, FOCUS on your job.”

- And then she ruins it. So close Alya.

-Marinette asking Tikki for some examples of love between ladybug and chat noir but Tikki is like

-“Well yea but there wasn’t a monarch to cockblock”

-Oh now you suddenly don’t know about romance Tikki? You seemed to know about it in silencer. We’re you lying to Marinette? Was the evil Tikki agenda true?

-Hey Tikki… this could have been useful like 3 seasons ago! But better late then never

-and they found a letter to Alix’s dad. Neat!

-And now we back in the Agreste kitchen.

-I don’t care how many episodes we see, swing Gabriel in the kitchen cooking for adrien is f***ing weird

-I’m very unsettled by this scene. Like Adrien suddenly getting the okay to miss lessons. I mean yes I am all for Adrien getting freedom… but it feels off. What’s the game Gabriel?

-one thing I do like is that Alix living her best life time traveling. Good for her.

-Alix humble bragging in her letters is great. Musketeers, wright brothers. All that business

-Marinette ain’t over Adrien by a long shot. It’s not a reversal.

-Jalil thinks Alix was brainwashed? Now I think he misses his little sister. Or… he spent too much time on conspiracy boards. Wait.. Is he a monarch sympathizer!?

-OMG I was right! He f***ing would be. Now the question is (Tumblr or 4chan) considering I didn’t see any slurs I’m guessing tumblr 🥁🥁

-Jalil does seem like a Reddit mod.

-Also Lila’s avatar reading it makes me think she totally started it

-AND THEN THERE WAS OBVIOUSLY CHLOE! I’m dead

I agree with this man. Social media turns your brain to mush

-ADRIEN! You gonna do it! He is asking Marinette out (IAN SINCLAIR I NEED YOU TO NARRATE)

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(I’m the narrator)

-And Marinette cockblocks herself!

-Nino is like “wait we don’t have homework?”

-Tikki is like “Maybe we shouldn’t.. she has a hot temper” wait a minute… OMG TIKKI!!!

-her name was the scarlet fate. That’s pretty badass

-The joke that they asked Joan about hearing voices is actually really comical

-Joan is the Kyoshi of ladybug holders.

-Joan really out here like (really? You called me for THIS!?)

-Tikki doesn’t hesitate to put Marinette on blast.

-Alya is watching and casually roasting her

-I agree with Joan, Focus

-Promonarch? Yea considering this site he is on is supporting villain sympathy I’m pretty sure it’s tumblr

-Monarch is alarmingly excited for this

-Oh you gonna make up for your mistakes monarch? I doubt it

-All things considered I do think Jalil is misguided. I’m pretty sure this is supposed to be a lesson on not using too much internet.

-So he has truth powers? And also shelter.

-Monarch is ALARMINGLY EXCITED. Jalil I don’t think you are helping a good guy.

-I was wrong. It made a PYRAMID

-Roger is not a good cop. If Plagg can figure out the question fast it’s an easy question

-Ladybug forgot to end the reunion

-So if they get the question wrong Then they get put in a book. Okay so it’s like collector

-Wait so Chat noir knew that? (I didn’t know that) well I guess Plagg was wrong. Clever book it was a trick question.

-Well, I guess this cartoon CAN teach you history. And also taught me France is confused af.

-So basically this akuma is an educational game but for keeps. (I love cluefinders)

-HOW DARE she call chat noir puny! Yes Marinette defend your cat!

-Chat noir giving her too much credit.

-That’s not a history question! It’s a science fiction question! That made me laugh

-ALIX HAS A KWAMITOGA! I know it’s 200 years in the future but how does she have one before Adrien!?

-It is a smart plan though. Well played.

-Joan forgot she can’t attack as a ghost again. Lol

-oh damn, he can use it more than once. Well so much for cataclysm. If only he could use it more than once

-Oooo! The truth always prevails. Having him ask the book! Brilliant

-DAMN! Well played. Jalil learning the truth and accepting it. That makes him better than most conspiracy theorists on the internet.

-Things that won’t happen IRL for 500 (People admitting they are wrong)

-Alix cares about her conspiracy theorist brother

-Monarch just leaves, detransforms and goes to appologize to Nathalie. Who says nothing. F***ing weird

-OH SNAP! The chat noir / Dark Grimalkin was her enemy! They fought on the regular

-THEY FOUGHT DRAGONS

-But they realized they were getting manipulated. Oh damn! Also Dark Grimalkin can Get it

-So they dealt with 3 EVIL MONARCHS not one

-oh so she doesn’t know she got burned at the stake? Or she escaped? But fate unknown? Weird

-Adrien just staring at a pic of Marinette, then gets puked on. AMAZING!

-He got his kwamitoga!

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I will say it wasn’t really Passion or Determination level. But I enjoyed the lore and it was neat that those kwamitogas can be useful.

I did enjoy Joan and the history facts were cool.

Jalil really being a Reddit conspiracy theorist made me laugh

7.5/10

I kind of wanted to see more holders

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml reunion spoilers #joan of arc #ml #ladynoir #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 2 years

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also do u think it’s plausible that Tom riddle would’ve turned out better or worse if Dumbles adopted him ? i Wanna write that as a short fic but i wanna know what u would think About it first lol. not the fic itself I Am writing that regardless but the premise. (In mine he’s going to kill dumbles but other than that he actually has a solid chance at a future bc u kno he’s the Son of a Respected Man dootdoot nepotism for the win Bestie, so I don’t think he’d go bananas and end the wizarding world as we know it.)

Apologies for my poor grammar and spellings, I don’t have glasses on rn so it could be really bad.

Also really sorry if u have answered this previously I don’t think so but I’m also Very Behind on ur metas I’m sorry :( I took a break from tumblr forgetting that involves taking s break from reading u and (I forgot how to spell the vinelle? Vennelle? idk I always mix the letters up and read neville regardless,, uh the irl is the-real-vinelle if u put the correct spelling in, lol, I’m sorry abt that too) and now I gotta backread

Worse is a strong word but certainly not better.

Caveat the First

You make a note of it yourself, but I feel like I should reiterate.

Write the fic you want to write.

It really doesn't matter what I say here and that you're even asking me, before you write anything down, because you're curious has me a bit leery.

There's a very good chance I will tell you... not what you want to write. Which is fine, but certainly something to keep in mind that you should write what you want to write and not what I write below.

Don't take this too personally, basically

Caveat the Second

Dumbledore didn't do this and would never do this.

Dumbledore despises Tom Riddle, and he despises him from the very moment he meets him (which is very impressive as in that first meeting Tom doesn't really do anything, seriously, go reread that section it's... Dumbledore should not be around children).

And while he has an agenda with Harry, I'm inclined to believe that he believes what he's saying (otherwise he wouldn't use these ridiculous examples he's stored up).

Dumbledore fully believes that Tom Riddle is a doomed child because of his genetics, that his family is predisposed to mental illness (and this is a shameful thing caused by dark magic), and that his impoverished muggle upbringing reflects poorly on him (well, it's not so much that he's poor and muggle, but that Dumbledore seems to expect his muggle peasants to act like they belong in a Tolstoy novel where they're wise and generous beings, where Tom's a suspicious brat who hoards things and doesn't trust strangers who light his wardrobes on fire).

Notice that, rather than extend any helping hand, Dumbledore's instinct is to terrorize and threaten an eleven-year-old boy and then proceed to sabotage any career prospects he has as Tom continues through his schooling.

Dumbledore would make sure that Tom was never adopted by any wizarding family.

But Alright, Let's Go Down this Hell Hole Together

Well, now Tom gets to live with the motherfucker who seeks to psychologically terrorize him and is just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Tom will be kept a constant eye on, but not even that, traps will be set up throughout the house intended to tempt Tom into reading this or that forbidden book only for Dumbledore to then catch him and reaffirm that Tom has something wrong with him.

And how noble Dumbledore is, taking him on, as Dumbledore is saving this boy from perdition and uh... his genetic disposition to be a dark wizard.

Tom will be told every day of his life that something is wrong with him, that his going to Slytherin is only an affirmation of that, and Dumbledore will be constantly trying to mold his behavior through suggesting friends, reading material, how Tom should act in public and private, etc.

And Dumbledore will still sabotage any chance at a career Tom will ever have. He'll prevent him from getting any work save for those Dumbledore would deem humbling and appropriate (hello flower salesman in Diagon Alley).

I have no doubt that Tom will have no choice but to simply leave the country and cut all ties altogether. As he will have no future in England and staying near Dumbledore is just asking to be involved in constant psychological warfare.

A miserable time would be had by all

On the Meta Thing

Don't worry about it, this blog is out of control. I'm kind of shocked any one does actually keep up.

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #albus dumbledore #anti albus dumbledore #tom riddle #meta #headcanon #opinion

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@whateverthefuckyouwantiguess sent me a lovely ask about what Karl and Lottie’s most chaotically fluffy moment was. Tumblr, being Tumblr, completely demolished the formatting when I tried to answer and then proceeded to just delete everything when I tried to edit lol.

Anyway, did you want a ~2k word fic in response? Because you got a ~2k word fic in response. I sell chaotic father daughter fluff and chaotic father daughter fluff accessories.

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, OC (daughter)

Warnings: Swearing, brief and non serious mention of drugs/alcohol. ***

In some other life, Karl might have been a heavy sleeper. In a world where he didn’t have the omnipresent eye of Mother Miranda burning into the back of his neck, something like the suspicious clattering coming from outside his bedroom wouldn’t have even fazed him. But in this reality, all it took was the whirr of an appliance turning on for a few seconds to send him rocketing out of bed, clothed only in his boxers and stained undershirt, his hammer at the ready to flatten whoever had the audacity to come into his factory and use his hand mixer.

Had he been more awake, he might have paused to consider that the likelihood of a villager or even one of his “siblings” breaking in only to cook a late night snack was… small. Unless the flies had broken into their mother’s wine cellar, the culprit was either ghosts, a malfunctioning soldat – personal cyborg cook, filing that away for future experiments – or….

“Lottie! Dammit, what are you doing awake?”

Karl paused in the kitchen doorway, letting his muscles relax and the hammer clunk against the floor. He heaved a sigh of relief at the sight of her, perfectly unharmed, but coated in a fine dusting flour. Well, either that or cocaine – he wouldn’t have put it past her, to be honest.

She turned to look at him from her perch atop a chair, panic evident in her features. She curled her small frame over whatever she was working on, shielding it from his view. The hand mixer that had given her away – missing a beater – dropped unceremoniously onto the table.

“Ack! Don’t look! You’re ruining the surprise!”

Karl moved cautiously into the room. It was a mess at the best of times, but it looked like a tiny tornado had passed through. There was a cracked egg lying forgotten on the tile, every spice they owned strewn about the counter, and a trail of discarded spoons leading from the sink to where Lottie was, still watching him like a hawk. He fished around the top of the fridge until he found one of his many, many cigar stashes – complete with matchbox. He used the time it took to light one to both calm his still jittery nerves and sift through the possible responses to the unusual situation.

He wasn’t going to scold her. He couldn’t. And, in truth, he wasn’t angry. Mostly just confused – what on earth had gotten into her this time? Was this normal? Did little girls go through a culinary phase? She had been acting strangely the last week, spending an inordinate amount of time sifting through his book collection and whispering to the Duke when he dropped by. Karl had attributed this to her usual antics, one of those silly games she liked to make up on the fly, but maybe they had been plotting something after all.

“Surprise, huh? So, what’s the occasion?” He gestured vaguely around the kitchen, hoping he sounded cool and casual. Kids respected that, after all. He was hip – he knew these things.

Lottie straightened up, looking sad suddenly. He could see now that she was hunched over a large mixing bowl – the mixing bowl, considering they only owned one – with a cookbook sprawled open next to it. He wasn’t quite sure how she could even read it given how much food debris had ended up on the pages.

“You really don’t remember?” she asked quietly.

Uh oh. Karl felt sweat immediately form on his forehead. Lottie’s birthday was in February. He never forgot that. Christmas was most certainly not coming up, and they never celebrated any of the villagers’ holidays unless forced to put in an appearance. There were no anniversaries worth acknowledging anymore, no special occasions to speak of for at least the next three months. Did they have some kind of social engagement? No, of course not – no one invited them anywhere out of their own free will, thank goodness.

He must have taken too long or looked particularly befuddled, because with an angry stomp of her foot Lottie interrupted his racing thoughts.

“It’s your birthday tomorrow!” She pointed at the calendar hanging lopsided over the sink. April 4th was circled in red crayon and decorated by two crudely drawn stick figures in party hats. Karl gaped at it like a dumbfounded fish.

He’d forgotten. Again.

Who could blame him? If his parents – his real parents – had ever celebrated with him, the memories had been lost to time, extinguished like the candles in one of Miranda’s miserable, rickety churches whenever a stiff wind blew through the bones of the frame. Only one other person had ever cared, and she, too, was lost forever. Decades, unnatural and agonizing, had slipped by. Older than he should have ever been, without any of the positives a long life should have brought forth.

Well, almost all.

Lottie was watching him still, no longer trying to hide her work. A hand drawn card, something wrapped hastily with twine. It made sense, suddenly. She’d tried to plan a surprise party. She was attempting to make the chocolate cake she’d found among the dusty pages. The cookbook, mostly in German, was something left in the factory by one of his ancestors that he had shoved into an unlabeled box where it could never haunt him with its presence. But she’d, apparently, struggled through it with her limited vocabulary just to try to please him.

Shit.

“Oh, Butterfly.” Karl walked to her side now, ruffling her messy hair. “You don’t have to do all this. If you wanted a cake I coulda just harassed the town baker for one. This is… nice, but I think you got more stuff on the floor than in the bowl.”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!” The change in volume was jarring. “You always do things for me on my birthday! You’re supposed to let other people buy you stuff and make you stuff! At the very least you’re supposed to have fun! You never want to do anything. You’re so boring!”

Karl huffed. “Hey now, how would you know that? You ain’t been around nearly long enough to be sayin’ that kinda stuff – your old man was a party animal back in his day.”

He had never been a party animal. Not once in his life.

Lottie sighed and looked down into the bowl, defeated. The tips of her ears had begun to flush – either out of simple frustration, or a colossal meltdown was incoming. Guilt churned in Karl’s belly – this was awkward. The last thing he wanted to do was upset her, but he truthfully didn’t know how to act. He did like the idea of a day where everyone had to celebrate him and give him shit – hell, he would love to make Alcina tell him five nice things about him – but this particular act was too… personal. He was completely out of his element.

Not to mention…. What was going on in that bowl? He was no baking expert, but he was pretty sure cake batter wasn’t supposed to look like… that.

“Hic. Sniff.”

Oh God. Oh no.

The eyes. She was doing the eyes--!

No no no no no no—

“D-don’t cry! Don’t cry! I’m just surprised is all! In a good way!” Karl was nearly shouting in desperation. “Look! Here! Let’s get it in the pan so it can bake! That’ll be fun, right? WE’RE HAVING FUN?”

One of the cabinets opened on its own with a loud bang as cake pan flew like a bullet off of its shelf and into his hand. Karl slammed it down on the table and snatched the batter up, half tempted to just eat it raw with his bare hands to calm her down.

Lottie blinked, the tantrum vanishing as quickly as it had come on. She threw in an extra snuffle for good measure before nodding, placated. “O-okay.”

Humiliating. Absolutely humiliating – the fourth and most dangerous Lord, bulldozed by a child. Oh, well. No one had to know. Besides, it wasn’t like he hadn’t eaten his fair share of expired SPAM over the years. He hadn’t died – likely because of the mutant parasite squirming in his chest, but who was counting.

There was nothing for it. Karl resituated his cigar between his teeth and reexamined the contents of the bowl. It wasn’t that bad. There were really only a few visible eggshells, a little bit of flour that hadn’t quite mixed in yet… and the ashes he’d now accidentally used as a garnish.

Lottie looked up at him, disappointed. “Flavoring,” Karl said gruffly.

He watched the contents of the bowl ooze into the pan, momentarily fascinated that his daughter had created something which appeared to be neither liquid, gas nor solid. Maybe she was actually some kind of genius – well, of course she was – and he’d have to have her recreate the substance. For science.

“Hey, Lot. Did you put everything in there it says to?”

“Yep!”

“Are you uh…. Are you sure, kiddo?”

She shot him a glare. Lottie looked mostly like him, or at least when he’d been younger. The only evidence of her mother’s participation was the constellation of freckles across her nose and the curls, tighter than his own, adorning her head. But when she was mad – really mad-- dear God. She looked exactly like her, and it sent a shiver down Karl’s spine.

“I know what I’m doing,” she hissed.

“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled instinctively.

Lottie hopped off the chair and followed him to the ancient oven, in desperate need of cleaning, which she’d miraculously preheated without burning the entire place down. He was proud of her, considering she must have taught herself how to do… everything. He certainly wasn’t showing her how to cook. She looked pleased as punch, even though he’d inadvertently spoiled the surprise.

He should say something. He wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure what he could say that wasn’t miserably awkward or might, God forbid, make him feel things.

“There we go!” he said once the cake was in. “Can’t wait to sample the first ever Chef Charlotte creation.”

Lottie flinched at her full name being used. “Papa.”

“What? It’s alliteration. Sounds better that way. You’d understand if you were as well-spoken as me.”

Karl gave her forehead a playful flick, to which she responded with a light punch to his thigh. Discomfort of the moment aside, he allowed himself to get a little bit excited about his birthday for the first time in years. What had she gotten him? Had she made it herself? Did she ask the Duke for recommendations? Did she steal it from the big bitch’s castle? Oh, that would be grand.

“Thanks, by the way,” he said at last. It wasn’t enough, but it was all he could do. As if she precisely knew just that, Lottie flung her arms around his middle and squeezed as hard as she could.

“You gotta promise to keep the card on the fridge, too. It’s art. I used my good crayons on it.”

Karl laughed. The good crayons. Damn, he must’ve been really important. He’d like to see one of those priceless portraits in the castle hold a candle to the good crayons.

A moment passed, a rare lull in the usual madness of the factory. While down below there were gears churning and furnaces ablaze and abominations fumbling in the dark, in their perfectly unremarkable mess of a kitchen Karl was once again reminded of why exactly he needed to dismantle the nightmare that had loomed over his head for most of his life.

“Hey,” he said excitedly, crouching down until the two of them were eye to eye. He gestured to the oven with his thumb. “It’s gonna be midnight soon. Wanna get crazy and demolish that bad boy as soon as it’s done?”

Lottie scrunched up her nose. “Are you kidding me? I’m not eating that shit. It’s your birthday.”

#whateverthefuckyouwantiguess #shamelessly spreading my “Karl is an Aries” propaganda #resident evil village #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg fanfic #resident evil oc

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Sterek Locker Room Romp

Prompt: Gym Teacher Derek x student stiles, getting it on in the locker room, gagging Stiles with the dirty socks his classmates wore in the lacrosse match to get him to be silent as he absolutely wrecks Stiles' hole while degrading him. Finally answered the first prompt in literally eons lol, from my recent call out for prompts on twitter and here on tumblr. Had so much fucking fun writing this down, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Original twitter thread HERE ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ "Great job kiddo," Sheriff Stilinski praised, clapping a hand on Stiles' shoulder as he came out of the locker room- followed closely by Scott, then Isaac- Jackson pushing passed the three of them with a gruff "Loser" which John chose to ignore, just this once- -just happy his son was actually able to play finally. Very nearly scoring the winning goal as well, before he, thankfully, passed the ball along to another teammate. He'd almost had the Sheriff sweating, but Stiles wasn't an idiot. He knew his limits. "We always knew you had it in ya." John finished, pulling Stiles into a quick hug, as Scott gave him a thumbs up behind his fathers back, goofy smile assuring. Isaac saluted behind him, as they turned to meet up with a group of friends in the parking lot. "Liar," Stiles accused, not unkindly, before pulling away from his dad when his phone chimed. Eyes glazing over as he glanced at the text he'd received, and quickly put his phone away. "So, dinner with me, dinner with the team, what's the plan?" John asked- -eager to fill his stomach, knowing Stiles was always more lenient on game nights, and he had a hankering for a burger. A desperate hankering." Scott just texted me, they're shooting the shit outside-" Pausing, Stiles rolled his eyes at his dad's soft, yet stern, glance, "-but after, the guys wanna go out to the movies. I shouldn't be home any later than eleven though?" It was posed as a question, Stiles' hands up and clasped as his bottom lip quivered, before he laughed as his dad pressed a hand to Stiles' face and pushed him away playfully. "You're fine, go out and enjoy yourself. Don't drink, wear your seatbelt, and be safe. I'll check back into the station to get some paperwork done, and meet you at home around then. So we can talk about your A-plus play," John assured, and Stiles whooped- -hugging his dad once more, before excusing himself back into the locker room- "Forgot my stupid headphones!" Stiles shut and locked the door behind himself, cock jumping in his shorts at the wet 'plap plap plap' sound coming from further into the room. The stale, musky scent of piss and balls lingering in the air, as Stiles chewed his lip, and headed inwards. ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ ★★ "Filthy. Fucking. Faggot." Coach Hale growled, taking two large handfuls of Stiles' plump ass and spreading them wide- wide enough to have the teen shouting in pain- -his hole stretched obscenely around the fat fuck stick that was Derek Hale's massive man-cock. Dark brown, uncut- eleven and a half inches, with a wild base of curly black pubes, full off the funk from previous bate sessions, and the ass juice from the last time he fucked Stiles. Stiles' hole creaming on his cock once again as he deep stroked his insides- rearranging them to accommodate Derek's size. As he had to do every time. Little bitch was always so fucking tight. "Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck, Mr-Coach-Derek!" Stiles cried, clinging to the bench with a white knuckle grip, chest pressed against the grated metal as he did his best just to hold on. Tears pricking the corners of his eyes from the intensity of his teachers fucking. Derek saw red, reaching one large meaty paw down to grip around Stiles' throat- lifting the boy up and back to be flush against his hairy chest- fat tits squishing against Stiles' soft, sweat cooled back, and Derek couldn't help but chuff softly at the relief. "What did I say about keeping quiet? Hm? How many times do I have to choke you out with my pits, or shove my underwear down your throat for you to get it?" Derek hissed, directly into Stiles' ear, voice like flames licking at the shell- raw, and rough, and /angry/. It almost made Stiles cum. "Mm..m s-sorry," Stiles choked, the hand around his throat having him seeing stars, tears rolling down his cheeks as Derek continued to stroke his walls with practiced, greedy thrusts- avoiding Stiles prostate at all costs- -knowing Stiles would cum as soon as Derek's fat mushroom rip grazed his sensitive little bundle. "Sorry? Huh?!" Derek shouted, letting Stiles' throat go- the teen sucking in a few gasping breaths, just as Derek reached into a nearby locker for a discarded tube sock -checking the locker number, before grinning, and whiffing at the sock. Face curling up in disgust at the pure stench of teen feet- even as his cock jerked hard in Stiles' sloppy hole. Rim throbbing, just as Derek's cock did. Like a pussy. Mouthing at the base of his cock for more. To be bred. "Looks like Scott's been forgetting to wash again. Your lucky day," Derek sneered, shoving McCall's dirty, yellow, foot funk encrusted sock right into Stiles' face. Hard. Effectively cutting off the boy’s coughs and cries, even as he began to retch and gag at the stink assaulting his senses. Eyes going wide as Derek pressed the funky cloth deeper into his nostrils, setting yet another brutal fucking pace. Big meaty man thighs slamming into Stiles' softer ones- bruising up the backs of them- his huge, sweaty breeder balls slapping forward and up into Stiles' with every thrust- effectively busting the boys balls with each stroke. One hand holding Stiles' plump ass open to watch his cock throb and spit and cream in the boys hole, the other hand holding Scott's filthy fucking sock to Stiles' face. Sweat dripping into his eyes, Derek grinned when he felt Stiles begin to chew on the fabric- -strokes becoming less coordinated, as he ground in as deep as he could into Stiles' sweet teen hole. "Dirty bitch. Getting off on your best friends fucking rancid feet. Bet you wish he was here, gagging you on his toes huh?" Derek teased- - balls drawing up as tight as they could under their massive weight. Preparing. "Bet his cock is so funky, just as bad as his feet. He'd jerk off his cock just for you, while you slobber on his soles. Maybe they'll finally stop stinking if you clean them up good,"- -Derek laughed, clinging tight to Stiles' ass with both hands suddenly as the boys hole spasmed- his soft, pretty pink uncut cock spitting and jerking out rope after rope of ripe teen cum. Crying behind the gag in his mouth as Derek dug his cock as deep into Stiles' guts- -fighting against the sloppy, tight ring of muscle that clenched around his dick as Stiles came- Derek chasing his own release, and finally howling when he began to empty his balls in his student. Hot, potent, thick, musky man cum pouring out of him by the quart- -before bubbling over, and squelching out of Stiles' wrecked hole, as he came down from his orgasm, and his hole opened up. Relaxed. Farting out his coaches cum in fat, wet squirts. Derek slipped his cock out slowly, chest heaving as he gulped in air. Big rough hands, calloused and strong, handling Stiles oh so gently as the boy came down from their fucking high- spitting out Scott's dirty sock, and allowing himself to be moved by Derek. From the bench, to the towel covered floor. Derek laying flat on his back, draping Stiles over his front, big hands soothing down the teens side, much too softly for someone who'd just been fucking him within an inch of his life. But that's what Stiles liked. And Derek? Derek loved this part. Taking care of his boy after "Not too much?" Derek whispered, peppering kisses over Stiles' face. Wet cock stirring between his legs, at the scent of dirty feet on Stiles' breath as he kissed Derek- shaking his head. "Always...perfect," Stiles huffed, groaning as his hole throbbed with discomfort Derek running his hands down to palm gently at Stiles' reddened cheeks- nearly purring with satisfaction when Stiles groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. "What time does your dad expect you home?" Derek asked quietly, eyes closed as Stiles ran his long fingers through Derek's sweaty hair- nails scratching gently over his beard, just like the older man loved. "Not till eleven," Stiles yawned, curling as deeply as he could into Derek's chest, the older man holding Stiles as close as humanly possible. "Perfect," Derek sighed, content and sated. For now. Ignoring the nagging guilt he always felt after, in favor of kissing Stiles again. 'I love you' on the tip of his tongue, as it always was. Maybe he'd let it out next time. Maybe.

#stiles stilinski #derek hale #Sterek

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kouhsuu · 10 months

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hii hello who are you whats your lore!!

MY LORE okay that's a new one

*THIS IS GONNA BE LONG AND RAMBLY*

Who I am? 17 year old genderfluid digital and traditional artist 👍

For my lore as an artist: My dad is a painter so from a very young age i was surrounded by art materials literally taking up half our small living room because of the easles, giant canvas rolls, wood, cabinets full of paints and brushes, etc.

Essentially I was very encouraged by him to draw lol, and it also came out of me just finding art so much fun in general. I knew that if I got good enough at it I could draw almost anything I wanted if i pushed myself to learn.

I get verrry engrossed learning anything creative and visual, whether it be making my own website, sewing, sculpting, video editing, 3d modelling, painting, woodworking, etc it's all SO! MUCH! FUN!! I also have to specify visual creativity because oh boy can i not stand trying to make music as much as i want to.

In school I was very obviously the art kid and one of the weird kids, but luckily never got bullied because i was charismatic enough and generally there weren't major major assholes at my schools somehow. I usually was involved with the special programs in my schools because of my enthusiasm to learn and participate, so I got an opportunity to enroll into an early scholarship program for LaGuardia art school in middle school which... i ended up turning down because i thought it would be too much work being in a college like that... which honestly only kind of regret because honestly now i'd rather get into drafting and architecture.

Speaking of drafting and architecture! The reason my dad became a painter is because my grandma couldn't afford to send him to school to become an architect, so he pushed me to go into the field as well now that I have the opportunity. I didn't really feel like it but it seemed kind of interesting designing buildings because if i knew how buildings were made, i could more accurately put detail into my art xD Most decisions I make are to improve my own artwork because it's my life and soul, and luckily i ended up getting interested into working with more drafting.

My first social media i posted art on was google plus, then came deviantart, then came youtube, then twitter, and now tumblr (and cohost & itaku). I still use twitter but my main account (@/hamunako) is essentially inactive, I don't care enough to keep posting there nor do i have the motivation NOR do i want to have the anxiety to feel like I have to keep posting because uh oh people wont interact with me otherwise!!!!! Now I just use a private account with less than 25 followers and its the best. I made this Tumblr account though just in case twitter finally deleted itself off of the face of the planet, and also because i've always wanted to figure out how tumblr works & instagram confused me even more than tumblr...

As for why i've been drawing SOOOO much lonely wolf treat lately??? Short answer: ADHD (possible autism too?), Long answer: A long long time ago I watched manlybadasshero's playthrough of lonely wolf treat and loved it, then i forgot about it until i went on itch a while ago and saw that nami had posted mochi in frosting so I was like WOAH THERE'S STILL NEW CHAPTERS?! I got even more into it when it turned out one of my new friends ALSO had played lonely wolf treat so we drew the characters and it allllll spiraled from there.

Can't think of anything else interesting to share regarding my lore but yeah!!! Also I take commissions, just message me and i'll show what I can do and my prices! Don't have a formal post yet but i'll get to it at some point, i'm not very formal in the first place xP

#long post #kouhsuu lore #ask #asks

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minkkumaz · 7 months

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AHHHH OMII TT

it feels like its been awhile,, (its only been a week.) since i interacted ^^;

how have u been?! i hope all of yungyus insta posts have been making you jump up and down with happiness LOL

a little confession, i always delete tumblr off my device when i go to school. I worry someone will recognize the app and find out im an avid fic reader.. but i forgot to redownload it for a while..

had to backtrack on what happened w/ the bonedo series u were working with; ill be excited when november rolls around!! an extra month to prepare for all of that angst.. BUT ON THE OTHER HAND, IM SO EXCITED FOR THE HALLOWEEN IDEAS U HAVE COMING UP!! whatever u write will exceed all of our expectations (as they normally do!!)

hopefully you were able to recover from ur sickness!! stay healthy omi, dont force yourself to write <33

-🍉

HI MELON!!

i've been good, and yes all the yungyu photos he's been posting have had me jumping for joy :,3 i literally have changed my pfp on discord multiple times hes just such a cutie.

AND ME TOO ! i used to have notifications on all the time but i turned them off and have gotten so secretive over my phone ever since i started my little tumblr career. i used to be super into fanfiction over quarantine with my other interests, but i only got back into it out of curiosity when i started liking kpop! then it only spiraled from there. my first story ever was a coffee shop au for seungmin hehe. i had such a crazy seungmin phase, and i have so many old stories for him that i haven't published!

and yes i feel so bad for putting them on hiatus but all of them will probably be around 6k words, and it has intimidated me so bad i haven't wanted to work on them! so i might just gradually release them for awhile, just know at least ONE of them will be released in january. so sorry abt that btw i know you were looking forward to them :( but i do have an idea up my sleeve for october so atleast one thing will be spooky themed aha.

i've recovered well from my sickness just a little cough :) i'm gonna focus on school for a bit, as i hate forcing myself to write! writing is something that is supposed to be a fun hobby to make me happy, and if i force myself to get stuff out i won't have fun anymore. but trust me, ill get back in my groove eventually, just waiting for thanksgiving and winter break LOL

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erinhime83 · 2 months

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This is...a lot, but the only reason why I'm putting this on Tumblr is so I can save some space on my brother's server. I'm getting the impression that no one actually cares for my random little design sheets. :P

These are basically the families that Kai and her group interact with the most. So we have the Vances (Kai's family), the Suredans (Dylan's family), the Argalls (Aerona's family), the Tallises (Mickel's family), and the Acadias (Gabby's family).

Vances - I really really like how Soléne turned out. Like, I always have her in dresses and the like, but I didn't really 'see' her wearing them when I thought about it. She's around my age, so I thought it would be neat if she wore something that someone my age would wear, but with an Aeolian twist, and just...wow. Jonathon looks as geeky as ever, and still quite the looker (Kai and Dev hit the lottery int he genetics department, lol). Ilya, their grandmother, looks great as well, and I really really like the dress I put her in! Somehow looks regal. The other character is Ioné, the second princess of Aeolus, and technically a part of Kai's family, as their grandparents were siblings. I included her because I had no where else to put her, and she's somewhat important. I like how she ended up!

Suredans - Again, they all turned out nice, very green and blue. I didn't really mess with their designs too much, other than expand then out since these are full bodied. The only one I messed with was Lydie's (purple haired girl), and I like what I came up with! Like, its different from the others, which is what I was aiming for, since she's technically from a different kingdom? She's from below the surface, whereas the others are from above.

Argalls - Again, this was just me expanding out their outfits a little while tweeking a couple of things, like Uwain's outfit. He looks less cyberpunk than the others, but that was sort of the point, since he's the king and all. Meinwen looks badass, lol.

Tallises - I sort of forgot that I needed to do a set for these guys. I originally just did Ellyn before realizing that I needed everyone. I sort of went with a medieval look to them, since I 'see' Thanatos as being fashioned that way, despite being the oldest civilization in the galaxy. I like how Ellyn turned out - much like Soléne, I figured she sent enough time on Earth that she would figure out a way to make her Thanatian outfit sort of Earth-like? I also like how I gave them all colors rather than keeping them all black, white, and grey. >.< Severic had orange hair in the previous version, but eh, I 'see' him with dark hair, so there ya go. I didn't include Mickels' in-laws, because then it'd be too big. :P

Acadias - this one I completely forgot about until this morning. I had done Gabby's aunt and cousin before scrapping it because it was just them, but then remembered how they meet her actual parents in this book (spoiler? Not really). Hannah turned out super cute in her overalls! I did have to figure out Hermerians fashion, since originally, when Gabby was partially Asian, I was using Asian fashion. But then I realized that I see Hemera as, like, modern? But also I had to tweek it a little to make it look alien. So Jacen, her father, is wearing a suit, but with knee high boots. And then Helena, her mother, is wearing a nice dress, with with a belted corset. Honestly, they turned out really great. :D

Figured it was about time I get off my ass and post these, lol.

#my art #designs #earthia

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alexthemenace · 7 months

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Inktober 2019 archive

Posting all my Inktober 2019 pics cause it was the only year where I successfully did a drawing for every day of the month. And also used actual ink for these which I know is not required but I wanted to. Most of these were never posted outside the "Rebel Taxi" Amino so I wanna document their existence and share them with the public. My gimmick with these was to do them in 5-15 minutes as a challenge to come up with ideas on the spot. And also so I wouldn't spend too much time on these since my college projects took priority. I also had my purple Halloween neon lights on when I took these pictures so that is why they're all purple (minus day 31's drawing). Anyway, here they are in order of the days I made them.

Day 1: a generic east coast rapper on the mic rocking a show. Mostly inspired by Chuck D of Public Enemy and maybe subconsciously Todd in the Shadows. Oh and totally forgot that I was watching Vin Diesel's 1997 feature directorial debut, Strays, before I drew this which had a very gritty 90s NYC setting. At the time I was very impressed by his short film directorial debut, Multi-Facial, so I wanted to see if his feature was just as good (it wasn't).

Day 2: a defeated young man submitting to an alien/holy light shining down upon him. You could also interpret it as seeking of a higher power. Inspired by the CD artwork of OutKast's ATLiens album. This was later turned into a self-portrait oil painting for class which turned out really great.

Day 3: vaguely retro comic book Batman crashing through a window upon a crime scene. This was done right before I went to see Joker in theaters. The perspective and anatomy is meh but it was a quick drawing so I can live with it. Apparently I took 20 minutes with it according to my notes from Discord in 2019 which wow.

Day 4: Close-up of Cesare from The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. This was one of two drawings where I intentionally broke my 5-15 minute rule as I did this in about an hour. I used a reference of the iconic scene of him waking up but I still tried to be quick so the face looks less like Conrad Veidt and more like David Bowie imo but I'm still quite proud of it.

Day 5: a possessed woman. Took a wee bit longer to do but this was a fun exercise to draw longer hair like this (something I still don't have a lot of experience with) and to play a bit with perspective and anatomy without a reference iirc. She is also supposed to vaguely be from an older era far from civilization - hence the lack of clothing (she is tastefully censored though). Apparently I wasn't happy with how stiff she turned out back then but I think in hindsight it works quite well.

Day 6: a bald child from a mental ward stares at a man laying face down on a haystack. The girl was loosely based off Eleven from Stranger Things. The man in the haystack also reminds me of that one Junji Ito manga but I don't remember if that thought that came to me while making this or that's just hindsight. Also I didn't start with a finished concept in mind for this one so, very randomly put together.

Day 7: Nostalgia Critic 2Pac. As it says, it's Doug Walker if he modeled his Nostalgia Critic character after 2Pac's aesthetic. I personally really like this one. Have also been told he resembles a Beavis and Butt-head character which I see lol but that's ok. Apparently I was watching JAR Media's video on if Nostalgia Critic was cringy and for some fucking reason the idea of 2Pac came to mind lol.

Day 8: a baby with a dripping spear celebrating the head of a medium sized therapod dinosaur they successfully hunted. This one was inspired by Genndy Tartakovsky's Primal which I was a very big fan of at the time. Censored cause I like my Tumblr account and don't wanna risk losing it.

Day 9: Count Orlok from Nosferatu opening a door. I think it turned out nicely but don't really have much else to say about it other than the fact that I didn't use a reference.

Day 10: sullen twink laying bare on the ground. This was inspired by that iconic image of Maria from Silent Hill 2 laying down on the ground by the Heaven's Night neon sign. I think I just particularly like this kind of imagery since a mood piece I shot later that month incorporated a shot that is exactly like this (minus the lack of clothing). Also, the uncensored drawing actually shows nothing explicit since I intentionally had that area covered in shadows. But I worry Tumblr will think otherwise and smite down upon me so it's better to be safe than sorry. Also the perspective on his right leg is off so better to not see it in full anyway.

Day 11: gentleman combing his hair in a mirror that reveals a skeleton doing the same thing. The pic crops off the bottom part of the drawing which shows his legs and the tail flaps of his suit. But I always thought that part looked extra janky so I never include it. It was a rushed drawing anyway.

Day 12: Tim Burton inspired child sitting in the corner of a room, looking very sad. Supposed to represent being overwhelmed with life and emotions. I recall I also had Dib from Invader Zim in mind when drawing this. I don't tend to draw in this art style much so I'm pretty surprised even now how good it turned out. At the time I was doing a presentation for my Directing class on Tim Burton - so he was definitely on my mind for this.

Day 13: imprisoned droid waking up in the middle of the night. Apparently I was thinking of a bunch of movies when I did this plus I think Scud: The Disposable Assassin and my own avatar. Also I just like robots with this kind of thin pill shaped build.

Day 14: my idea of man that has fully evolved into only being able to eat, sleep, and stare at a screen. I didn't sleep the night before so I thought to draw a human that has devolved into a lazy slob who only eats and sleeps and as a result is incredibly out of shape save its legs to move around as it scours the land for any food before deciding to fall asleep for days. Thank you Discord notes from myself in 2019 for helping me remember this exact story lol.

Day 15: Undead Pan Pizza of RebelTaxi singing his pathetic little heart out. The design is based off of Jack Skellington (namely the proportions and spooky qualities like the stitches across Pan's face) during one of his more sad song numbers in The Nightmare Before Christmas. It's worth noting this era was sorta the last big hoorah for my obsession and fanboyism of Pan. I had a mild burst of being hooked one last time around Fall 2019 after losing interest in his podcast around the beginning of that year (a podcast I previously would follow religiously). I still liked him after this era and would definitely have periods of renewed interest but not to the same extent as before sadly.

Day 16: an imprisoned boy looking at the light coming through his barred window. This one used more pencil than ink to break away from mostly keeping it ink. It's very janky but the idea speaks to me. Apparently was also trying to think of a portrait for my oil painting class so this was one of the ideas that came to mind (didn't end up using it for anything though).

Day 17: a spooky little sickly old guy. I apparently was inspired by a character from Courage the Cowardly Dog when I did this. No clue which episode now though unless you guys can remember what he looks like.

Day 18: guy getting his face vacuumed off. I like that one episode of Ed, Edd n Eddy where Eddy's face get sucked by a vacuum. I got nothing else to say.

Day 19: self-portrait of me directing. It's a cutesy little drawing of me! And also the outfit I wore when I directed my mood piece that day.

Day 20: a large and vicious snake lizard hybrid. It's pretty self-explanatory. I think ultimately it's more just a snake with forearms and a spike tail. I guess I just was thinking at the time "what would be the ultimate snake?" Like a snake that can beat any snake. Also this was done on day 21 since I didn't have time on day 20 for it.

Day 21: large older guy hiding a knife behind his back. His looked is based on a friend of mine I went to college with and how he looked on set a few days ago when the light glistened over him. Although instead of a knife he held a script. He also vaguely reminds me of Al from Toy Story 2.

Day 22: sleep paralysis demon taunts twink. I like twinks, ok. Also I think just noticed something about that demon that I forgot I did but oh well. I think it'll be fine.

Day 23: guy with a very, very itchy head. I really like the pose and facial expression so it's actually one of my favorites here despite it being relatively mundane. Also, the itchy head may have been cause my head was itchy while drawing this but I don't remember. But I do remember part of the influence here was how sometimes great feelings of stress and anger would trigger an itchy head for me.

Day 24: a corpse brought back to life in a very rough and unfinished form. Obviously a bit of a Frankenstein's monster meets I guess Sally and Dr. Finkelstein from The Nightmare Before Christmas influence here. I may have had Pearl from Steven Universe in mind when I did this too since me and another friend definitely saw the resemblance.

Day 25: a twink who hit their face a little too hard on the bathroom sink. Twink. The full picture isn't really that gruesome imo (the face isn't visible) but I was trying to censor the liquids a bit for obvious reasons I already disclosed earlier. Also, he was loosely based on me but don't think too hard about that. I just had a bad day directing on set was all.

Day 26: Cute, unamused Hot Topic employee being bitten on the left leg by his pet lizard. Yet again another twink but this one's outfit is based mostly on my wardrobe at the time (minus the Jack Skellington shirt but I did/do have some pajama pants of him). And I guess I find reptiles cool so, only just noticing a bit of a reoccurring subject here (along with twinks).

Day 27: a melting zombie-like corpse crawling away from a puddle of acid. A tad more gruesome, sure, but I think it's a pretty cool drawing. And also it's like, a zombie, so it's not that inappropriate for standards here I hope. Apparently took a while to come up with an idea for this one.

Day 28: that one guy from Jacob's Ladder with a bag over his head and no legs walking with his arms. When I drew this, I had just seen Jacob's Ladder the night before for the first time and it became an instant favorite of mine. So, I drew a character from it. Him walking with his arms is based off of Mugshot's mode of travel from Sly Cooper.

Day 29: Jimi Hendrix inspired voodoo guy with a crystal ball. Pretty self-explanatory. Had fun with the texture and lighting although I was never quite satisfied with how I did the shading on his hair. The straight lines make his fro look like a porcupine lol. Regardless of that, it's a pretty cool drawing. Also worth noting is that during this time I fell back in love with 60s music. The Doors and Beatles in particular were major points of obsession for me. Especially their psychedelic period and ofc Jimi Hendrix was part of that era so that deep fixation for psychedelic and hippie music made its way into this.

Day 30: lizard amphibian fish mishmash girl with pony tails happily waving at us. This was definitely my least favorite of these and if not for my next and final drawing, would've been a lackluster way to end this. It's not awful but eh, just never really personally resonated with me. Also, she is wearing a seaweed braw so don't panic moral guardians of the world. For some reason Mrs. Bighead from Rocko's Modern Life came to mind when I drew this. Along with a certain friend of mind, @fishboigazer-blog, (which if you or a mutual is reading this lol hey).

And that's it for now since I can't fit more than 30 pics. Which is fine by me cause Day 31 deserves its own post since that one I did spend a few hours on as opposed to the rest of these. That one I also did actually post to Tumblr back in the day so I may just reblog it come Halloween.

If you actually read this far, thank you! I spent hours trying to put this together in a way that is satisfactory to me and hopefully gives plenty of insight into my process. This has been a very long time coming and hope to actually post more original stuff on here instead of just endlessly reblogging things.

#inktober #inktober 2019 #the cabinet of dr. caligari #rebeltaxi #nostalgia critic #nosferatu #jacob's ladder #cesare the somnambulist #fan art #sketches #AlexTheMenace art

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bapswaffle · 1 year

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March 16, 2023

Hello. Here I am :) I think that was funny (regarding my last check in). I should be sleeping I have work tomorrow at Thornton but 🧍🏻‍♀️ here I am. I saw a few notes from my note in my phone and I thought what had happened also on my tumblr. Just an update, it’s funny how I mentioned schooling and carrington last post; well… that didn’t go well. Sometimes things happen for a reason and maybe I’m just not destined to do dental hygiene. All in all, sometimes things jsut don’t go according to plans. On my family, father dearest isn’t doing so well with his foot and hopefully things look up in the next few months for us. Last post, it was going all good and here we are first few months of 2023 and it’s not as good as 2022! As u can tell 2022 was really nice until it ended, but also mommy is doing okay with treatment just not how it was before.. but it’s okay everything will be okay! :) ate finally got together w the boy from gens👹 LMFAOOO, it’s so funny how 2022 is missing from these posts. I should’ve updated the tea 😭 but it’s all good. Robert is single and I’m unsure how his love life is going to go. Hopefully everything turns out good. Like I always expect, since we aren’t doing so well right now, it can only get better (hopefully!) maybe we can go to Disneyland this may 🥺 was going to go to edc but tbh that’s a lot of work :/ we don’t even have shuttles and stuff and hotels and 👹👹👹👹 so much work truly. Just quickly updating bc I honestly don’t even have time to sleep if I keep typing this :( but also the dog is still here, more gremlin and getting older :(((( she’s 10 now and she’s 16 pounds at her last vet. Hopefully we can see her live until she’s 16+ 🥺 and my boyfriend. Eric… Eric Eric 👹 as usual he’s still pretty good, love him a lot 🤭 can’t really live without him ❤️ o o o o o I finally got my license 🧌 LOL. Anyways thank u past me and future me for logging into tumblr to update life. Sometimes I just need a little bit of reminding. Also to compare me from before and current me. One day I’ll look back at this and be like “oh ur wrong” or truthfully I would love to say “wow I’m glad everything got better” fingers crossed, who even knows what if I get lucky 🤭 I’m in a good mood even though life is hard. But yk there’s a rainbow always after the rain 🧍🏻‍♀️ btw I got a little more in touch with my language and more fob after working at the dental offices 😭. Bro I keep forgetting I can edit this: I posted it and now I deleted the other one just so that I put it here… since I did it twice after this og one was posted… I’m trying to change my header but idk if it changed or not… OMG I forgot I kinda cut off Tania 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️I only kept that header bc I thought I looked kinda cute in my arena days 😭 just changed it to me and ate bc yk what? It’s nice :) it’s nice to have a sister that loves me and that I live a lot! :)) I think to prevent this type of eh feeling, I’ll just change it whenever I think I got a cute photo to use on it!!! :) and that header was needed to be changed a long time ago 😭. ALSO ANOTHER UPDATE: bro I’m a little obsessed w my little doll…..

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